lonely she stands staring down the window,
busy blatant street stands below
hours is she there- unnoticed, unseen or even unwanted
gazing at the brimming pavement
of all those dreamers as they trod away
she too had a dream
an alluring beauty to live by
not that she is dead now
nor does she complain
she only stands there lamenting
o'er the long lost dream
for hours together
with an unknown desire
aimless longing
she waits.
